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He was losing the game. But in this moment, he didn’t bloody care.
This close, he could make out the tiny flecks of gold that filled her sapphire blue eyes. The taste of her soft pent up breath escaping her lips, caressing over his, driving all logical thoughts out of his head.
His fingers cupping her chin pulled her mouth to his. Feeling her shiver in his hand, he didn’t hesitate. He leaned in and pressed his lips firmly against hers. His kiss demanding more.
Circling the scotch in her hand, he tossed the glass behind them. Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her tight against him. The cotton towel bunching in his grip, slipping a little as her arms rose to wrap around his neck. Her lips opening under the onslaught of his kiss. Her tongue moving to dance with his.
Liquid fire roaring through him, as she met his need with a soft, needy whimper of her own. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her effortlessly, trying not to slam her onto the tabletop.
Fuck, he wanted more.
Needed more.
He moved his mouth from her lips. Trailing scorching kisses across her jaw and down her throat.
The edge of the towel had slipped. One pink, perfect nipple hardening under his gaze. His hand rising to cup the weight of her breast, his thumb stroking down before circling over her nipple.
His kiss claiming her lips again. She moaned deeply into his mouth, arching into his touch. A deep darkness stirring within him. A longing for unnamed desires.
“Tell me yes,” he demanded with a shuddering breath as he tore his lips from hers.
Blinking up at him, Talia pulled in a deep breath, her cheeks flushed she opened her mouth to answer.
The knock at the door was loud.
Straightening, he watched colour fill her cheeks. Her eyes widening as she shivered. He shifted his hand from her breast to her shoulder, his grip firm and unyielding, keeping her in place.
“What!” He barked at the door.
“Room service,”
Hyde turned and looked down at her, letting out a deep sigh. There was no hiding the relief that was flooding across her face at the interruption.
What the fuck had almost happened?
It was supposed to be only a game. Yet here he was. Hard as a bloody rock. And watching her readjust the towel over her breasts. Her hands shaking. Her scent rich with sexual arousal.
He might not have won, but he hadn’t lost. He would bet his Harley on the fact that she was slick with need for him. The thought alone almost had him ripping the towel off her.
She was a lot more dangerous as the woman than the witch he had hunted. He couldn’t afford to forget that.
The sound of metal clicking filled the room as he slid the handcuffs over her wrist. Snapping the silver cuffs closed.
“What the hell?” Jerking back, she glared at him as she held up her wrist to glare at the steel.
“To kinky for a honeymoon?” Giving her a wink, he ignored the glare now directed at him.
He had originally planned to ride straight through and avoid any moments that she could cause trouble. What he wasn’t expecting was the trouble to come from himself.
It was taking all his self-control not to push her back down on the table. Rip the towel off her completely and spend the night tasting and owning her in every which way he could think of.
What the fuck was wrong with him? He wasn’t a fucking teenager, lost to the mercy of his hormones.
With a gentle grip on her upper arm, he pulled her off the table. Leading her over to the bed.
“Get the robe on” at her nod. He stepped behind her. Savouring the fresh scent of her skin, he took a deep breath. Teasing his tenuous control with her scent.
“Remember,” his voice was low, filled with intent as he spoke over her shoulder, his breath moving the hair near her ear.
